Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1276

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1276

"What? What's a blind bidding?”

"Special significance? What the hell does that mean?”

“Blind auction? Does that mean the item is illegal?”

Tumultuous questions broke out from the displeased audience.

The auctioneer nervously clarified, “This means that the item will not be revealed throughout the

bidding process up until it arrives in the hands of the highest bidder. The starting price will be

determined by you, bidders. Whether you gain or lose from this item will entirely be in your hands.”

This was the best excuse that she came up with at backstage earlier. She didn't know how else to

explain to the audience, except by marketing the item as a gamble of fate.

“The hell is this? Who carries out such auction procedures?”

“I think the Bluebirds staff came up with this scheme to trick us into bidding high prices.”

“Yeah, I think so too. Only an idiot would fall for their scheme.”

The auctioneer avoided looking directly at anyone from the turbulent audience. She just wanted to

get this over and done with immediately, even if it meant causing the item to be passed. “Okay, let's

not waste each other's precious time. This item is officially open for bidding. The bidding price starts

at five million, so if anyone is interested, please raise your sign. Every increasing bid hereafter must

be at a minimum of two hundred thousand.”

"Pfft, pass the item already! Clearly, this is a scam by the nightclub. No one’s dumb enough to fall

for it!" someone from the front tables shouted at the auctioneer.

Pity swelled in the auctioneer’s chest after seeing that no one made a move. What a waste! At this

rate, I don't even know how much my commission will amount to. Honestly! What the hell is the

boss thinking?

Just as the auctioneer’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, Fabian made his move.

At Fabian’s signal, Jason raised his sign and offered, “Six million.”

Oh my god. I'm saved! Even though it's nowhere near market value, at least someone's still willing

to participate in this blind bidding. The auctioneer let out a huge breath and smiled with relief at

Fabian.

"Okay, six million from the sir in the middle. Does anyone wish to go higher?”

The auctioneer cast a grateful look at Jason, who held up his sign. Because if it weren't for him, she

wouldn't have earned even a dime’s worth of commission from this item.

Everyone's gazes followed after the auctioneer's, wanting to know which idiot had fallen into the

nightclub’s trap. When they realized that it was Fabian, everyone's lips pursed as they silently eyed

him.

No one was bold enough to criticize Fabian for doing what he did. After all, Fabian was favored by

lady Fortune herself; he was so wealthy and powerful that they couldn't risk crossing him.

Yet, there were also people in the room who didn’t know that Fabian was the president of Phoenix

Group. One of them scorned, “Why'd he bid? That guy doesn't look dumb enough to do fall for a

scam— did no one from his table stop him?”

The people around shifted their seats away from this person. They couldn't care less if their actions

seemed humiliating because it was better than being associated with that imprudent person.

“Are there no more bids?” the auctioneer asked again.

However, the room's pin-drop silence made it clear that her question was painfully unnecessary. She

then raised her gavel to resume with the bidding.

"Six million going once.”

Bang!

“Six million going twice.”

Bang!

Right as she raised her gravel to make the final call, a woman spoke confidently.

“Seven million.”

The auctioneer couldn't help but beam with joy at the sound of this. Unbelievable! People are still

bidding under the crazy circumstance—that's great! This is going greatly!

Everyone's heads flung towards the source of the woman's voice, wanting to know what was

happening.

Fabian did as well; he turned his head slightly and looked across the room.

The voice came from an inconspicuously placed table in the auction hall.

Two people sat at that table; the first was a woman drenched in smoky makeup and a skimpy dress

She was the one who had made the bid. Next to her was an enigmatic woman in a mask whose eyes

looked directly at Fabian.

The masked woman was, in fact, Lyna. She had found some random woman to raise her sign and

shout out the bid on her behalf. All of this was to ensure that her identity would remain securely

hidden.